Lyrics Lionder – Runner

Runner Lyrics – Lionder

Singer: Lionder
Title: Runner

I’mma put it on
It’s a miracle you still on
Right, come on
Kyuh, let’s go

I’mma cut a man
I’m a cat-a-man
I’m the kind of man
Givin’ you my all

Make me look like i’m a canner man
Stubborn in the pavement
Wiser in the streets
Don’t believe me when i’m tellin’ you

Wait for the receipts
And i’m runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Just to get all of ’em dits
If you see me in a drama

I’m the one to give you deets
Stop a man if he thinkin’ that he know me
I’m resting when i’m wrestlin’ on a homie
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout my homies

I’m talkin’ ’bout some fake a** b#tches that phone me
I still don’t got no answеrs, i ain’t pickin’ it up
And if my crown fell on my feet, better bе pickin’ it up
The only time that i’ll be bowing’s when you kissin’ some a**

Rhyming with sass, you got class?
I ain’t never seen some clownery be workin’ as a pass
If you the boss, lead the herd like a compass
I’m the sh*t, yeah, i’m cutting a dash

I said i’ll slow it down a bit, i never been in a rush
But when i rise rise higher, i’ll catch catch fire
I’m building an empire, an empire to inspire
I’m the wheel, i’m the rim, i’m the motherf**king tire

Get a grip, sit your a** down, get a pacifier
Ain’t you motherf**king run-down ranting all your life
First off i give you clout, then you stab me with a knife
But i guess that’s the trend, hate trains never bend

Now the railways got some a-ways, uva got nothin’ on them
I been doin’ it for a minute, motherf**kers needed proof
They can’t see me, i’m a rocket, they’re just staring at the roof
Play your rigged game on your own, i am honestly aloof

If a motherf**ker callin’ me a b#tch, motherf**ker woof woof
I took two bars off for the thrill of it
Every verse has a price, don’t get a bill for it
I get the same question,why ain’t you famous yet?

I am a champ even if i ain’t got a kickbox belt
I’m not stressed, ’cause the rest is a weight in the chest
Not a wish, it’s the sixth sense under a test
So let’s see how it turns out, no passion burns out

Got your benz out, i don’t even need to flex out
And even when i get there, i know that i will
I won’t even have to flex what ain’t motherf**king real
I’mma die real,i’mma fly real, you my meal

I’mma eat you with my real teeth, that’s a deal
Now i’m sick, i was ill
Well i sneezed but you peel
Oh sleaze, you gotta add to your zeal

F**k that, honestly i’m past that
Minding my own business, you the one that’s getting all the flashbacks
Bad rat, i don’t even do that, you the one that’s acting like sheep
That was motherf**king plural

I am my own boss, i make the rules
I got my tools, schoolin’ out a bunch of fools
I got my tricks and they all show
I don’t even gotta hide, i am front row

You got strategy? oh, you can’t even see it
You’re a smarta**, and you mtherf**king be it
So be humble, go sit on the rumble
You thought you a runner, you can’t even start to stumble

And i don’t ever lie but you lying on the stand
I’mma keep it classy, you can’t even understand
Beat
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